Jaegr lands a powerful blow on the fop, who sputters and appears to be getting ready to run the dwarf through with his puny sword. However, the rake purposefully steps in between the two combatants, putting himself at mortal risk, and screams in the elf's face: "Mayarkh! Control yourself, man, or our cause is over!"
Grabbing the noble's mantle and shaking him bodily, spittle flying, the rake continues: You cannot cut down a mountain dwarf in the middle of the street! Have you lost your senses completely?!"
You cannot cut down a mountain dwarf in the middle of the street!
Jaegr mutters under his breath "Especially with that tooth pick"[/b
Jaegr speaks up louder if it appears the rake gets through to the nobleman, [b]"How about we put this and duel behind us, have a drink, and turn this near tragedy into something good. I'm sure you have tales as do we."
The noble looks like he's in no mood to desist, and struggles to get past his second to attack you again. The rake attempts to grapple and provokes an attack of opportunity:
The noble slips free of the rake's grip, scoring a light wound on his friend, accompanied by a puff of fire. He is about to turn on Jaegr when the City Watch arrives -- neither of your friends from the gate, but a good half-dozen others in black and gold, who charge at all of you indiscriminately. One of them yells "Outbreak of deadly violence at Jarnell's Forge! Trying to subdue combatants!" The others just wade in swinging maces.
They're not quite fast enough for the foppish noble, who begins incanting a spell at them; Jaegr -- you're threatening him, so you can force him to cast defensively if you like, or just let him cast -- your call.
Acrobatics succeeds -- mage armor for next round (you can change your mind before then, if you want), since you can only take a 5-ft. step in the same round as casting.
The rake uses a very nice total defense action against the cops' maces. Over the effort of his parries, he yells to Wyvurn, "We should flee this madness! Meet me in an hour, at the place where you and I first saw one another!"
Having already begun his escape with a 5-ft. step last round, and using the withdraw action in this one, the small goblin is able to evade the police well enough to get away from the melee.
Caspian, getting beat on by the police, needs to make a Concentration check to cast defensively -- or else just allow those nearby to make attacks of opportunity against him.
Caspian tries to spin his illusion, but with so many people swinging clubs around, he's unable to muster the necessary concentration, and loses his spell.
A flurry of misses by Wyvurn is followed by a flurry of rockin'-dodgin'-bagpipin' by Caspian. Meanwhile Cricket, having reached the safety of a nearby sewer outlet, has armored himself in magical bark-like twigs and leaves.
Sorry for the delay -- been out of town on business for a week.
The fop attempts another spell.
Concentration: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 2 = 27
With a powerful effort of will, he incants strongly while dodging the efforts to disrupt his casting. A gout of fire bursts from his hands; the cops are taken by surprise by this use of deadly force.
Three of the officers are burnt black; in an instant they are lying on the street, unconscious or dead. Screams echo throughout the square, with shouts for someone to summon the Royal Guard. The rake, seeing a chance to break for it, begins to move away, talking a two-handed swipe at the officer blocking his way:
Sorry, Jaegr -- that means your first grapple attempt succeeded; let's say that the fop managed the check to cast while grappled with his natural 20, but you've now got him pinned and he won't be able to pull that off anymore!
More or less helpless, the noble, with exceptionally poor grace, allows you and the cops to manacle him. As he's led away, he glares venemously at you the whole time, swearing hideous vengeance, until the remaining police beat him unconscious.
The square is in shambles, with people staring numbly at the spectacle, and many of them muttering angrily at one another. The arrival of another squad of patrolmen settles things down somewhat, but you may sense that... (Streetwise check required).
The leader of the second squad of police, a half-elven woman, looks at the shambles and the burned officers, looks up at you, and points at Jaegr, Wyvurn, and Caspian.
"You three are under arrest. You can come quietly to the station, or I can order you beaten senseless and then dragged there behind horses. Pick one."
Bluff checks to sense motive may also be in order.
With a sneer, the policewoman motions to the cops; they draw maces and advance to within reach of you, holding them aloft menacingly.
In Dwarven, the woman says
Spoiler:
"I told you to come quietly or be beaten down; you're not coming quietly. But maybe you didn't understand me in Common. So now you know. Choose carefully... and quickly."
With that, she draws a rapier and levels the point at you.
